We march to war not knowing what for.
My friends and i are scared to die.
We lie in the cold dirt trenches.
Remembering the good times at or parents ranches.
hoping and praying fo a day of rest.
But the rats and lice are being great pest.
young men that are scared and frightend.
As the bombs get closer the grips of guns got tightend.
I see them kicking and screaming for there mothers.
But yet all they got is their friends and brothers.
I fell in my head that we fight for a lost caus.
and we must obay these old and weird laws.
We are crazy to think that are lives have a purpose.
Because knowing the Germans are mean and ruthless.
In the cold wet trenches.
I see he torn and shredded corpses.
From the bombs and furied gasses.
That have you running looking for mask.
hoping that today is not your day.
To be like one of your brothers.
on the ground of a foriegn country is where they lay.
Fighting for a battle of greed and nationalism is way out of line.
God give me one last day to be mine.
We fight and cry.
We live we die.
My friends and i are scared to die.
We lie in the cold dirt trenches.
Remembering the good times at or parents ranches.
hoping and praying fo a day of rest.
But the rats and lice are being great pest.
young men that are scared and frightend.
As the bombs get closer the grips of guns got tightend.
I see them kicking and screaming for there mothers.
But yet all they got is their friends and brothers.
I fell in my head that we fight for a lost caus.
and we must obay these old and weird laws.
We are crazy to think that are lives have a purpose.
Because knowing the Germans are mean and ruthless.
In the cold wet trenches.
I see he torn and shredded corpses.
From the bombs and furied gasses.
That have you running looking for mask.
hoping that today is not your day.
To be like one of your brothers.
on the ground of a foriegn country is where they lay.
Fighting for a battle of greed and nationalism is way out of line.
God give me one last day to be mine.
We fight and cry.
We live we die.